Jean Philippe Gibson

Mended Heart

My baby is a masterful seamstress.
Her love threads serve my heart like a waitress.
Her heart wove my heart a cheery fortress.
Her kindness is my heart's angelic stole.
With warmth she made a man torn apart whole.
Her tenderness healed my heart's gaping hole.
Her waterfalls sprinkle me with passion.
Her sweet kisses plunge me with compassion.
Her gorgeous eyes remove all dispassion.
I wed beauty on a blissful Sunday.
With her nothing but pleasure comes my way.
Her eyes make each day an amorous day.
She's the love C.E.O. that lifts profits on my heart's chart.
It's her twenty-four hours of care that knit my mended heart.